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Don Caselli

Recommendation: Listen to “Ambitious Girl” by Wale

Her body fit next to mine perfectly as we were on the balcony wrapped in blankets, listening to the ocean and feeling the semi cool air.

The mornings the air was cooler before the sun fully came up and pelted down on the island.

The sun was still coming up over the mountains and water, and the sky was a mix of different hues of orange and yellows.

The brightness caressed Pooh’s face as she slept peacefully beside me.

The covers between her legs, and her head rested on her hand.

Her chest would slowly rise and then fall, as her cross remained centered on her chest, never moving.

I rubbed her face, as her hair took up all of the pillow, with its tightly coiled curls.

She wanted to brush it into a bun after the beach earlier, and I convinced her not to.

I enjoyed seeing her hair in its natural state.

Not slicked back into a bun or hidden in braids. Just free, all over her head.

It was fucking beautiful to me.

Her hair tickling my nose as she got close to me, and needed my arm wrapped around her. I was someone that enjoyed my sleep, but I couldn’t help but to wake up this morning, on my birthday, and admire the woman beside me.

A woman that didn’t realize she had changed up my world. How I thought, or what I thought I wanted. She was so secure in who she was and what she wanted, that it made me need her.

I wanted her.

Craved her.

Pulling her closer to me, I kissed her lips softly, as she remained asleep. I continued to kiss her lips, as I rubbed her body, feeling every inch of her next to me.

“Happy birthday, baby,” she yawned, her eyes remained closed.

“Damn, Bleu… fucking breath stank,” I laughed.

Her eyes popped open and she covered her mouth. “Landon!”

“Baby, that breath fucking hot as shit. It ain’t the worst, but you damn near melted the side of my face off.”

She tried to climb out the bed, and I pulled her back toward me. “Get off me… I need to brush.”

I tickled her, as she laughed while keeping her mouth covered. “I’m fucking with you… thank you.”

“I take that shit back. No happy birthday for you.”

I took her hand and put it on my hardened dick. “What you gonna do for my birthday, Bleu?”

She smirked, as her hands found their way to it. Stroking it, she looked up at me as I laid back on the bed, ready for her to ride this dick. Greene and Beans had rooms on the other side of the villa. Even if they went to use the pool, they couldn’t see us up here.

With my hands behind my head, and eyes closed I was ready to feel her on me. My eyes shot opened when I looked down and she was bent over with a mouth full of my dick. “Bleu… fuck.”

That look in her eyes.

It was one that used to scare the fuck out of me, but not from her. She ran her tongue down my dick, and then popped it back into her mouth, her ass bent over, making me wish I could grab that shit and slap it.

Her hand tried to grip it the best she could as she sucked my dick. Each time I held her head, she went harder. Pulling it out, she spit on it and had me ready to lose my mind. “Happy birthday, Don.”

I gripped her head and shoved her face down lower, since she liked playing. “You like being a smart ass, huh?”

“Yup,” she replied while my dick was still in her mouth, egging me on, because she knew I liked the banter when we fucked.

Wrapping her hair around my fist, I pulled her head up and watched my dick fall out of her mouth. “Suck that shit right, Bleu… hear me?”

Slowly nodding her head, she pushed me back into her mouth and went hard, while her eyes watered.

My grip on her hair loosened because she had me with my damn chest about to cave in.

No words were exchanged as she continued to suck me and jerk my shit at the same time.

When I felt like I was about to cum, I snatched her up and flipped her onto her back.

“Want me to return the favor, Bleu?”

She bit down on her bottom lip, hair covering half her face, and legs opened. Yanking her toward me, I kissed her pussy a few times. “Ummm,” she moaned, rubbing my head.

“Pussy swollen, baby?”

“Uh huh… ‘cause of you.”

Yanking her even close, I asked, “Cause of who?”

“You,” she replied again, while looking down at me.

Our eyes remained locked, as I swirled my tongue in her down below. Slurping her juices, sucking on her pussy lips, and feeling her gyrate her hips closer to my lips. Kissing her inner thighs before I dove right back into her.

“You taste so good, you know that?”

“Uh hummm.” She tried to back up, and I pulled her closer to me as I sucked on her pussy like it was a fucking mango from the trees outside. Tasting her juices mixed with my saliva, as her legs shook, and I pulled her even closer to me.

“Who this pussy belong to, Pooh? Lemme hear something,” I demanded, as she caressed my head, and held her breath because it felt so good to her.

“It’s yours, baby… yours,” she choked out. I took her in as the sun continued to slowly rise up on me feasting between her legs.

Who the fuck needed a birthday cake when I had pussy right in front of me? Pulling her closer to me as I slurped her juices.

My pussy.

Her legs widened as she allowed me to shove my tongue deeper inside of her, while she rolled her hips, and held my head, showing me where she wanted me. Each time she backed up, I pulled her back toward me. My arms were locked under her thighs, making sure she never escaped me.

Her breathing was shallow, and I could tell she was about to unleash, and I wanted to taste it all. Reaching up, I massaged her nipples between my fingers, while she panted. “Baby, I’m…. gonna…. Don!”

I softly bit her lips while staring at her. “Hmm?”

“You hear me, baby… I can’t… I’m gonna.”

“What’s my name, Bleu?”

“Don.”

I bit her lip harder, and she squealed as she pulled back some. “What’s my name?”

“Landon… my baby,” she cooed, and I pulled her closer and kissed her lips, like I had french kissed the ones on her face and tasted all of her juices she finally unleashed. Kissing her inner thighs as they started shaking, and looking up into her eyes, as she stared down into mine.

Yeah. I was gone.

While Navy showered, I went into the kitchen where breakfast was already prepared and waiting on us. Greene was on her laptop while Beans was putting a shit ton of pepper on his eggs. The damn eggs looked black with how much he was putting on, and he hadn’t sneezed once.

“Morning,” Greene greeted, taking a sip of her coffee, while her eyes were still staring at her screen.

“Happy birthday, nigga!” Beans held his hand out, and we embraced. “How you feeling? A little older… a lot wiser?”

“It’s your birthday? What are the odds that you and Navy have birthdays days apart.” Greene, no longer interested in her computer, gasped. “Happy Birthday!”

“Thanks.” I sat down at the table, and my plate was sat in front of me. “Can you fix my baby her plate, too?”

“Yes, Mr. Caselli.”

“Don… it’s cool to call me Don.” I smiled at her, never wanting to jack that Mr. Caselli shit. I’d leave that to Menace, mostly because he didn’t want nobody calling him anything close to his actual name.

Stevie was the exception.

“Your baby… oooh,” Greene teased.

“Mocha… stop yo’ shit.”

She tossed a napkin at me. “Don’t start your shit, Don!”

All three of us laughed, as Navy came from downstairs. She was wearing a floral yellow sundress, and her hair was pulled up into a curly ponytail, with a few pieces hanging in the back. I pulled the chair out for her, and she smiled as I kissed her neck.

“You look pretty, Pooh.”

She blushed and kissed me back. “Thank you, Birthday Boy.”

Greene and Bean looked at us both. “Yeah, that shit cute and shit. What we getting into today, Grizzle?”

Greene looked at him with a smile on her face. “Well, you claim that you wanted to show me how to cook snapper.”

“You really holding me to that?”

Greene folded her arms. “Yep… talked all that mess, I wanna see it.”

Beans smirked. “Then we out today to the market.”

“I can gather the ingredients for you,” Gera, our cook, offered.

“No worries, Gera. You can actually sit with me while Beans cooks us a beautiful lunch. Do you like wine?”

Gera looked over at me to make sure it was fine, and I nodded. “Yes, I do, Miss Greene.”

“Perfect. We’ll have a great time by the pool while the man slaves… ‘cause why would a man be there?”

Apparently, it was an inside joke between her and Navy because she busted out laughing at her cousin’s joke. Gera sat Pooh’s plate down, and she said a quick prayer before she ate. My phone rang, and I looked down and saw it was Menace calling me.

No matter where I was in the world, he always made time to call me for my birthday. He called all of us, Zoya’s ass just chose to ignore his calls, and wait until the last minute to call him for his birthday.

“Yeah?”

The line was silent for a second, which was typical Menace shit. “Happy birthday, Don.”

“Thanks, appreciate it.”

Silence again.

“At twenty-five, I was doing shit I had no business doing. Proud of the man you become…” he cleared his throat, “have become,” he corrected himself.

I looked at the phone and walked closer toward the pool. “Mens, you sick?”

“You wishing death on me, Don?”

I chuckled. “Nah, never that. Just ain’t never heard you sound so choked up, pussy.”

He snorted. “Why you hate my son, Don?”

“Menace, the fuck you chatting about?”

He sighed into the phone, as I sat on the edge of a lounge chair. “Dennis told me he felt some kind of way.”

I held the phone away from my ear. “Who the fuck is Dennis?”

When I was over his house, I remember Jeffie and Corleon kept mentioning Dennis, but I wasn’t even tapped into their conversation. I was more concerned with why I was there.

I was met with silence again.

“My fucking son.”

“His name is fucking Maverick Jr… where the fuck Dennis come from? Just like that Wanda shit… the fuck you calling Stevie Wanda?”